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Dai Lian, in his close-fitting attire, was hanging on the rock wall when the Vanguard Orcs reached a distance that was safe yet sufficiently close. From afar, he sneered at them and raised a middle finger, his mocking intent unmistakably evident in his smile.

The human face is capable of expressing a variety of subtle emotions, clear enough to convey the intended sentiment even in the eyes of Orcs, who thought all humans looked alike.

Nothing could be more obvious than the derisive mockery in that gesture, and the provoked Vanguard Orcs, as if driven mad, quickened their pace even more.

Their roaring "waaaagh" was indiscernible as either anger or excitement.

Watching the encroaching horde of Orcs, Dai Lian took one last look in the direction where Wang Wenbo had fled.

The figure had already disappeared from sight…

He drew an arrow, bent his bow, and set the string.

Aiming at the straight line where the densest group of Orcs and the victor were, Dai Lian drew the bowstring taut, his recently and modestly developed Spiritual Energy transforming into an endless source of power, surging into the shaft of the arrow in his hand.

After a brief accumulation of force, he let off a powerful shot that tore through the air, striking straight at the heart!

"Whoosh!"

The arrow whipped up a gale, bringing forth a torrential rain of green blood.

The finely shredded green flesh fluttering in the whirlwind of air, through the gaping hole torn in a chest, the Orc with the knife-face could see the human clad in black in the distance.

It was him!

It was him!

A fervent breath began to rise on his body, which was not originally that excited.

Although all humans looked the same to him, he remembered this feeling... the glory of this arrow.

It was for this human adversary that he trained hard in the art of throwing knives, pondering whether he could counter the other's archery with his own skill.

He wanted to defeat that human!

And he had even given himself a name—Knife-Face Orc—with the hope that one day he could stand before that human and tell him he was different from the other children! He was special!

As he practiced, he also roamed the wilderness, hoping to encounter that only human who had made a lasting impression on him.

However… despite searching far and wide, he never found that human again, and none of the smaller human tribes he inquired with knew of this bow-wielding human warrior.

Of course, the big cities of humans were entirely off-limits for Knife-Face Orc.

After leaving a message with the smaller tribes that said, "If you see that warrior, remember to tell him Knife-Face Orc is looking for him," he left decisively.

During his wanderings, he failed to find the human warrior first and inadvertently merged with another large Orc Tribe where they had to choose a new leader.

Among the Orcs, it was undoubtedly the fist that decided who could speak.

Though the fight was hard, fortunately, he was the victor.

Such internal battles surely got the blood pumping, but something seemed to be missing.

And when that familiar arrow once again appeared before his eyes, Knife-Face Orc finally understood what that sense of lacking was during his internal struggles.

Danger, excitement, and the razor's edge slashing close to the face were what truly exhilarated him.

"I'm comin' for ya!" Knife-Face Orc, excited to the point of nearly going mad, instantly changed his previously languid demeanor and began to runaway towards Dai Lian's location.

"Outta the way, outta the way!" Any runts in his path were easily toppled by his massive green hands.

From a distance, Dai Lian could only see a dust tornado racing towards him along the ground.

"…" Having just let loose an arrow, Dai Lian was preparing to take advantage of the distance to shoot another for a bit of experience gain, when he suddenly found that his arrow had stirred up a hornet's nest.

The largest Orc in the group, who seemed to be the leader, sped up tremendously, charging towards him with unbelievable speed.

The ground shook slightly with each step he took, causing several red boulders to tumble down the mountain.

Forgetting the idea of shooting another arrow, Dai Lian packed up his longbow and turned to run.@@novelbin@@

He alone with a bow could not face the hundreds of Orcs; even an adult encountering so many Orcs charging head-on would have to avoid them with a headache.

The existence of military forces in the game showed that even in this world, a powerful person's strength was ultimately limited. Given enough numbers, even fodder could overwhelm so-called "strong people."

Not to mention these Orcs were certainly no fodder; even a single one taken out might be considered elite among humans. Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire

Having never witnessed a truly high-level battle in this game world, Dai Lian could only make some judgments and imaginings in his mind based on his current knowledge. The battle he had seen in Black Street against the greed demon's descent onto the human realm was all he knew about high-level battles.

But that was just two or three of the Arbitration Place's officers, who could probably have handled the situation without anyone getting hurt had they been together from the start, instead of the last officer arriving late. If all three officers had been together from the beginning, maybe the demon of fear wouldn't have even been able to hurt anyone.

Now, facing a horde of elite monsters alone, Dai Lian had not the slightest thought of resistance.

The rough terrain, Dai Lian's physical fitness, and reflex attributes were still excellent; at least among players, he could be considered way ahead, But against the Orc leader who had undergone several "promotions," he was still somewhat lacking.